Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
"You have no reason to be shy," I tell her, dropping to one knee in front of her so that I can keep washing the rest of her. "I'm not good with words but know I have never seen anything more beautiful than you." I glance up at her, and she rests her hands on my shoulders. "Breathtaking. Now I understand this word."
"Killian, you're so sweet."
"Only for you, Zolotse. Lean back, let me take care of you.”
Teddy rests her back against the wall as I continue to clean her, and I’m not going to miss one spot.
Chapter Fifteen
TEDDY
Killian's fingers are magic. He doesn't only clean me, he massages as he goes. If I didn't have a grip on his shoulders, I would fall over, but I'm sure he'd catch me. Killian is big, but he's rather fast; his reflexes are wicked.
I stare down at him as he works his fingers into my calf. I want to tell him to move up farther, but I keep my lips pressed together. I'll end up blurting out something ridiculous. I know myself, and I already know what is on the tip of my tongue to say.
"Zolotse?"
"Yeah." The word comes out husky, not sounding like me at all.
"Are you still with me?"
"Always." And forever. I don't say the last part out loud. I'm still trying to play it cool, which I'm pretty sure I suck at. I have never been cool a day in my life.
"You looked like you wanted to say something." He motions that he's picking up one of my feet. I ensure that I am braced against him. Killian might be down on his knee in front of me, but he's still level with my breasts. The man is ridiculously tall. He starts to rub my foot. "Zolotse?"
"I was about to, maybe." A small moan leaves me when he presses into my heel, and he stops.
"Continue," he orders, his breathing picking up. I let my eyes drop to his cock. I was trying not to ogle him. The man is a masterpiece. I can tell how turned on he is. The head of his cock appears redder now, angry. It wants me. I almost snort a laugh at my own thought. I can’t help how my mind works. Now all I can imagine is his cock as its own being and trying to get at me. That silly thought turns me on more than I already am. "Zolotse," he says, saying my name again for me to answer him.
"You skipped my vagina!" I blurt out. I want to slam my hand over my mouth, but I can't; in fact, I can't do anything but close my eyes and shut my mouth. There is nowhere to hide my face.
"I was saving the best for last," he says, making my embarrassment easily slip away. "Zolotse, give me your eyes. I miss them on me." I snap them back open because how could I ever deny that?
Killian places my foot on his thigh, making my legs part for him. He mutters something in Russian, his thick words sounding like a prayer. It makes the ache between my thighs grow even more intense.
“What did you say?”
“I am not worthy, but I won’t be letting go.” He leans forward, burying his face between my thighs. I gasp at the feel of it. Killian’s tongue slides between the folds of my sex, finding my needy clit that’s begging for his attention. I know I'm not going to last. I'm teetering on the edge, and I try to fight it, but I can't.
Killian's mouth locks around my clit, and he starts to suck in long, hard pulls. It's a sensation I've never experienced before, and I go off.
The orgasm hits me in a blast of ecstasy. My knees weaken, wanting to give out, but Killian shifts suddenly, and then my thighs are wrapped around his head, his hands gripping my hips high so that I stay pinned to the wall, his mouth never leaving me.
I reach up and grab one of the showerheads to hold on to with my other hand, digging my fingers into his short hair. I know I am not going to fall, but this is for me. My body is telling me to brace myself because this man is far from done.
His tongue keeps going, drinking down my pleasure and demanding more. The orgasm continues to pulse through me. My head starts to whip back and forth in a no motion, but it isn't for him to stop.
The hard tip of his tongue flicks back and forth on my clit before he latches on to it again. "I can't," I pant out. Killian growls, telling me I will, and my body obeys. Every muscle in my body locks up, and as I cry out in pleasure, the sensation hits me like a tidal wave consuming all of me, shooting all the way down to my toes. I ride it until I’m exhausted from the pleasure.